MY FIRST PECULIAR AND UNFORGETTABLE TIME IN SPAIN
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Scuford enters the room and bursts out laughing. He swings his bag into a corner and crashes on the sofa bed in R Tur’s apartment.
R Tur’s happy to see him. He has been worrying lately bout bills piling up. But the sight of his boyfriend chases away all those depressing thoughts.
- You want a drink? I have orange juice and mineral water?
- Can you give me a punch?
- A punch? That is something for adults!
- Yes, but today I feel like trying one.
R Tur figures he too has to loosen up a bit, so he goes for two punches. Lime, rum, cane syrup and ice. He prepares two drinks and hands one to Scuford, then puts on some music. Mast Mast from Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, transcending rhythms to free the mind. After two sips of punch, he sits on the couch next to him. Without help of his hands, Scuford gets rid of his tennis shoes. R Tur imitates his action and they both look at their toes, laughing.
R Tur looks at his boyfriend, taking in his image: his apparent calm, his smile, makes him crack. His hands are slightly shaking. He takes Scuford’s glass an puts it on the ground, turning his face towards him. There’s an erotic tension in the air. He wants to lean towards him and kiss him, but at that precise moment Scuford leans towards R Tur’s fly and begins to undo the buckle of his pants and zipper. When he grabs R Tur’s dick through the pants, the bull is already about to ejaculate. Scuford releases his dick and holds him firmly, feeling the hardness, a drop of crystal liquid dripping from the top.
The beardog rubs his lover’s dick gently. R Tur feels that if he doesn’t do anything, he will squirt on him, then, right away.
- Looks like your equipment goes into shooting position! Be careful not to splash me right away!
So he pushes Scuford’s hand softly away and starts to undress. Frantically, Scuford does the same. Bermuda, t-shirts, briefs, flying in all directions. Within seconds, they are naked facing each other. The beauty of the beardog hits R Tur like a hot wave in the face. Round and muscular shoulders, sexy man boobs, a chubby belly where dark hair draws a furrow up the tuft of the pubis from which emerges a beautiful thick and erect cock slightly curved. A perfect dick that looks as if cut into Renaissance marble, modeled in Chinese porcelain, molded in bronze of the ancient masters.
Scuford leans over, takes the dick in the palm of his hand, then, slowly, he moves his head. His forehead knocks on R Tur’s stomach, the bull feeling the beardog’s hot breath on his cock, the tongue licking its top, tracing a wet circle, then a second, before spinning on the shaft and ending with a loud kiss. He sits up, smiling and blushing at a time.
- Did you like it?
Overcome with lust, R Tur takes him by the shoulders, pushes him back and plunges on Scuford’s chest, sucking his nipples, licking his belly button. Scuford is torn between laughter and desire overwhelming him. Almost brutally R Tur widens Scuford’s legs, sticking his nose in the wrinkled balls sack and licking eagerly. Eyes sunk in each other, he opens his mouth and takes in the vibrating rod entirely. Scuford is bathing in saliva and the caress of a slow tongue movement, while his penis is going up against the back of his boyfriend’s throat. He is paralyzed, his breathing blocked and his eyes almost bulging with pleasure.
R Turs starts a slow back and forth, sucking Scuford’s dick every time till the bottom of his mouth. The beardog closes his eyes, clenched, moaning before releasing against R Tur’s palate a warm salty discharge. The bull swallows, swallows all, feeling the dick in his mouth softening in saliva, until Scuford pushes him gently before falling back on the couch.
R Tur picks up his glass of punch and takes another sip. After a few minutes Scuford stands up, smiling, without a word he kneels on the floor between R Tur’s thighs.
- I am entitled to return you the favor, he said, grabbing R Tur with a firm hand.
Eyes closed, he leans on the bull’s sex, sniffs, gently rubbing to test its hardness and licking the salty liquid that flows from the penis in front of him. His magnificent beardless face reminds R Tur of a c***d feasting on a lollipop but those little eyes from time to time, reveal a hint of sweet perversity. He smiles broadly showing his beautiful white teeth and pretends to bite the bull’s dick, gently brushing his canines. The sensation is almost unbearable. This k** is obviously an expert, and the bull imagines lying on the sand of a deserted beach enjoying this passionate blowjob. R Tur’s overflowing with joy. The beardog’s rubbing the part of the dick that doesn’t disappear into his mouth frantically, while his other hand caresses the balls. R Tur takes Scuford by the ears and pulls him gently towards him. They kiss. A delicious and drooling kiss full of saliva mixed with rum, lime and the taste of sex.
Scuford descends again, takes R Tur’s dick in his mouth and starts to pump more mechanically more efficiently. The rise of pleasure is immediate and the bull warns Scuford he’s about to squirt. The beardog’s lips form a tight seal around the cock, sucking it, working it with his tongue. To see this k** in front of him, like an angel swallowing his cum doubles R Tur’s pleasure, all his negative feeling dissolving in the euphoria overtaking him.
Scuford helps R Tur to settle down full length on the couch, putting his knees on either side of the bull’s face, telling him in a cheerful voice:
- It's not yet over buddy!
With that, he plants his hard cock in R Tur’s mouth and begins to fuck him, building up a steady pace, following the jazzy music that fills the air. R Tur let him do, lazy on the couch, occasionally sucking Scuford’s dick when it's about to go out, nipping the base when he pretends to sink too far for his comfort. Scuford’s moaning his pleasure, murmuring encouragement, caressing the bull’s ears, forehead, gets excited, stomach stretched forward. R Tur grabs hold of the beardog’s buttocks, kneading them, slapping them with his hand. Then he makes a sign to Scuford to turn around. Without wasting a second, he's on R Tur, sixty-nine, lost in the delights of a mutual blow job.
In front of Scuford, R Tur offers him the perfect valley of his ass, framed by two velvety buttocks. He inhales the smell of musk, eau de cologne and shower gel before pointing his tongue in R Tur’s pucker. A large drooling sloppy lick gives the bull a thrill throughout the spine. Overwhelmed by the feeling that the beardog provides him, R Tur collapses, mouth open in a silent scream, arching as far as possible, offering his ass to eat. Scuford now kneels on the couch, elbows on the seat, kneeling behind R Tur who offers him his ass without restraint. Scuford’s finger disappears into R Tur’s ass, first one, then two, then three. They reach for R Tur’s prostate, stroking in a circular motion, his pucker is getting more supple, open. He heaves a small cry.
- I’m getting in.
- Yesss, please. Fuck me.
Scuford’s dick is heavy, so hard it’s painful, crying for action. One knee on the edge of the couch, it goes for R Tur’s ass, pressing each time a little more. R Tur takes his two buttock cheeks and opens them as wide as he can, absorbing Scuford’s dick, strangling him inside him. It's hot and they sway slowly. R Tur rattles softly, endlessly, dying in the fullness of the sensation invading him. Scuford strokes his boyfriend’s hair and starts to come and go in him, while R Tur pushes his wonderfully round and smooth ass, opening up to better suck him in every time.
Scuford leans on him, kisses his neck, licking his ears. R Tur shudders, contracting his ass on Scuford’s rod. They end up on the floor, R Tur sitting on Scuford, impaled to the root, mounting and gently descending into a sensual trance. At that precise moment they are madly in love, listening to each other breathing intensely, the play of muscles and skin glistening with sweat, and on which the warm light of the afternoon shines. The blue sky looks translucent while R Tur slides on Scuford’s dick, falling more and more violently, moaning his pleasure and shooting his cum before him on the floor in long creamy jets. The spasms of his ass send a burning thrill thru Scuford’s loins and he too explodes violently, overflowing R Tur with cum, emptying his dick of its last drops.
The two lovers withdraw, putting their arms around each other, falling asleep on the floor in a light of sunbeams. Like a perfect love song.
R Tur’s happy to see him. He has been worrying lately bout bills piling up. But the sight of his boyfriend chases away all those depressing thoughts.
- You want a drink? I have orange juice and mineral water?
- Can you give me a punch?
- A punch? That is something for adults!
- Yes, but today I feel like trying one.
R Tur figures he too has to loosen up a bit, so he goes for two punches. Lime, rum, cane syrup and ice. He prepares two drinks and hands one to Scuford, then puts on some music. Mast Mast from Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, transcending rhythms to free the mind. After two sips of punch, he sits on the couch next to him. Without help of his hands, Scuford gets rid of his tennis shoes. R Tur imitates his action and they both look at their toes, laughing.
R Tur looks at his boyfriend, taking in his image: his apparent calm, his smile, makes him crack. His hands are slightly shaking. He takes Scuford’s glass an puts it on the ground, turning his face towards him. There’s an erotic tension in the air. He wants to lean towards him and kiss him, but at that precise moment Scuford leans towards R Tur’s fly and begins to undo the buckle of his pants and zipper. When he grabs R Tur’s dick through the pants, the bull is already about to ejaculate. Scuford releases his dick and holds him firmly, feeling the hardness, a drop of crystal liquid dripping from the top.
The beardog rubs his lover’s dick gently. R Tur feels that if he doesn’t do anything, he will squirt on him, then, right away.
- Looks like your equipment goes into shooting position! Be careful not to splash me right away!
So he pushes Scuford’s hand softly away and starts to undress. Frantically, Scuford does the same. Bermuda, t-shirts, briefs, flying in all directions. Within seconds, they are naked facing each other. The beauty of the beardog hits R Tur like a hot wave in the face. Round and muscular shoulders, sexy man boobs, a chubby belly where dark hair draws a furrow up the tuft of the pubis from which emerges a beautiful thick and erect cock slightly curved. A perfect dick that looks as if cut into Renaissance marble, modeled in Chinese porcelain, molded in bronze of the ancient masters.
Scuford leans over, takes the dick in the palm of his hand, then, slowly, he moves his head. His forehead knocks on R Tur’s stomach, the bull feeling the beardog’s hot breath on his cock, the tongue licking its top, tracing a wet circle, then a second, before spinning on the shaft and ending with a loud kiss. He sits up, smiling and blushing at a time.
- Did you like it?
Overcome with lust, R Tur takes him by the shoulders, pushes him back and plunges on Scuford’s chest, sucking his nipples, licking his belly button. Scuford is torn between laughter and desire overwhelming him. Almost brutally R Tur widens Scuford’s legs, sticking his nose in the wrinkled balls sack and licking eagerly. Eyes sunk in each other, he opens his mouth and takes in the vibrating rod entirely. Scuford is bathing in saliva and the caress of a slow tongue movement, while his penis is going up against the back of his boyfriend’s throat. He is paralyzed, his breathing blocked and his eyes almost bulging with pleasure.
R Turs starts a slow back and forth, sucking Scuford’s dick every time till the bottom of his mouth. The beardog closes his eyes, clenched, moaning before releasing against R Tur’s palate a warm salty discharge. The bull swallows, swallows all, feeling the dick in his mouth softening in saliva, until Scuford pushes him gently before falling back on the couch.
R Tur picks up his glass of punch and takes another sip. After a few minutes Scuford stands up, smiling, without a word he kneels on the floor between R Tur’s thighs.
- I am entitled to return you the favor, he said, grabbing R Tur with a firm hand.
Eyes closed, he leans on the bull’s sex, sniffs, gently rubbing to test its hardness and licking the salty liquid that flows from the penis in front of him. His magnificent beardless face reminds R Tur of a c***d feasting on a lollipop but those little eyes from time to time, reveal a hint of sweet perversity. He smiles broadly showing his beautiful white teeth and pretends to bite the bull’s dick, gently brushing his canines. The sensation is almost unbearable. This k** is obviously an expert, and the bull imagines lying on the sand of a deserted beach enjoying this passionate blowjob. R Tur’s overflowing with joy. The beardog’s rubbing the part of the dick that doesn’t disappear into his mouth frantically, while his other hand caresses the balls. R Tur takes Scuford by the ears and pulls him gently towards him. They kiss. A delicious and drooling kiss full of saliva mixed with rum, lime and the taste of sex.
Scuford descends again, takes R Tur’s dick in his mouth and starts to pump more mechanically more efficiently. The rise of pleasure is immediate and the bull warns Scuford he’s about to squirt. The beardog’s lips form a tight seal around the cock, sucking it, working it with his tongue. To see this k** in front of him, like an angel swallowing his cum doubles R Tur’s pleasure, all his negative feeling dissolving in the euphoria overtaking him.
Scuford helps R Tur to settle down full length on the couch, putting his knees on either side of the bull’s face, telling him in a cheerful voice:
- It's not yet over buddy!
With that, he plants his hard cock in R Tur’s mouth and begins to fuck him, building up a steady pace, following the jazzy music that fills the air. R Tur let him do, lazy on the couch, occasionally sucking Scuford’s dick when it's about to go out, nipping the base when he pretends to sink too far for his comfort. Scuford’s moaning his pleasure, murmuring encouragement, caressing the bull’s ears, forehead, gets excited, stomach stretched forward. R Tur grabs hold of the beardog’s buttocks, kneading them, slapping them with his hand. Then he makes a sign to Scuford to turn around. Without wasting a second, he's on R Tur, sixty-nine, lost in the delights of a mutual blow job.
In front of Scuford, R Tur offers him the perfect valley of his ass, framed by two velvety buttocks. He inhales the smell of musk, eau de cologne and shower gel before pointing his tongue in R Tur’s pucker. A large drooling sloppy lick gives the bull a thrill throughout the spine. Overwhelmed by the feeling that the beardog provides him, R Tur collapses, mouth open in a silent scream, arching as far as possible, offering his ass to eat. Scuford now kneels on the couch, elbows on the seat, kneeling behind R Tur who offers him his ass without restraint. Scuford’s finger disappears into R Tur’s ass, first one, then two, then three. They reach for R Tur’s prostate, stroking in a circular motion, his pucker is getting more supple, open. He heaves a small cry.
- I’m getting in.
- Yesss, please. Fuck me.
Scuford’s dick is heavy, so hard it’s painful, crying for action. One knee on the edge of the couch, it goes for R Tur’s ass, pressing each time a little more. R Tur takes his two buttock cheeks and opens them as wide as he can, absorbing Scuford’s dick, strangling him inside him. It's hot and they sway slowly. R Tur rattles softly, endlessly, dying in the fullness of the sensation invading him. Scuford strokes his boyfriend’s hair and starts to come and go in him, while R Tur pushes his wonderfully round and smooth ass, opening up to better suck him in every time.
Scuford leans on him, kisses his neck, licking his ears. R Tur shudders, contracting his ass on Scuford’s rod. They end up on the floor, R Tur sitting on Scuford, impaled to the root, mounting and gently descending into a sensual trance. At that precise moment they are madly in love, listening to each other breathing intensely, the play of muscles and skin glistening with sweat, and on which the warm light of the afternoon shines. The blue sky looks translucent while R Tur slides on Scuford’s dick, falling more and more violently, moaning his pleasure and shooting his cum before him on the floor in long creamy jets. The spasms of his ass send a burning thrill thru Scuford’s loins and he too explodes violently, overflowing R Tur with cum, emptying his dick of its last drops.
The two lovers withdraw, putting their arms around each other, falling asleep on the floor in a light of sunbeams. Like a perfect love song.
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